Raindrops

RAINDROPS Because the rain drops fall from hazy blue, delight is in my heart, when from above, God shows the world a life that's fresh and new, repeating age old tales of joy and love; my eyes and soul are free, and I don't ask why rain should make me feel so full and free, I only thank God for the dewy mask that lies upon the leaves so lovingly. New life is spread throughout the world each day, you cannot fail to see each time it rains, today, tomorrow, watch the raindrops play spreading their love on leaves, and window panes. Love cannot fail to grow, when raindrops fall, of this I'm sure, if nothing else at all. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet